There is this Màd Woman that is always telling Eunice that She is her Biological Mother anytime Eunice is going home with her friends after they close from School.

Anytime Eunice is going back home with her friends, the Màd Woman on rags stand beside the road and smiles at Eunice, telling her That She’s her real Mother!.

Eunice was just a 10 year old Young Beautiful girl born into a very Rich Family, and she’s Currently attending a Big School. Because of her Friends, She told her parents that she don’t want The driver to pick her from School, she insists she wants to trek; ever since then, The màd Woman has always been troubling her.

“Eunice, What’s this Woman saying?, She’s literally saying she’s your Mother” Her friends asked her one day.

“She’s saying CompIete Rubbish!, my Mom and Dad are alive, and of no doubt, they’re my real Parents, I even resemble my Dad; I think that Woman is just displaying her Iunatics” Eunice said.

“Dont you think you should inform your parents before things get worse?”

“I don’t think it’s necessary, I don’t bother them on useIess things like this”.

This went on again, it even got to a point that The Màd Woman begged her one day that she could come Closer that she wants to tell her the things that happened and to show her proofs that She’s her real Mother, but Eunice was totally àngry, she was fed up with all thr disturbance, so she looked at the Màd Woman without fear and said:

“I don’t care whether you’re Màd o, I’m not Afraid of you, but let me warn you, Stay away from me!, I don’t know you, I can never be a daughter to a Màd useIess woman, the next time you stop me when I’m going home, I’ll report to my Real mom, and I trust her, She’ll arrést you!” Eunice said to the Woman that very afternoon. The Màd Woman looked at her with téars as she cleaned her tears with her dírty wrappers.

The next Afternoon when she was coming back home with her friends, the Màd Woman was not there!!, This is the first time she’ll be absent from her usual spot.

Eunice friends were so happy and they gave an hi-five “That’s very good!!, I love the way you took that courage to challenge that work because this is clearly AssuaIt and Harràssment, Are you the only one on this road that she’ll be disturbing you all the time?”

As Eunice went home, she felt so sad that her words chased the Màd Woman away because she has promised herself while growing up that she’ll be good to everyone; But at the same time she’s troubled on why the Màd Woman left her usual spot!.

“Why is this Màd Woman disturbing only me?, Or, Is she my Real Mother?” …

This Sad UnbeIievable Story is strictly written by me, it shows the wìckedness, lnjustice and hidden things of Human, It shows you that no one is to be trusted, especially when they’re desperate for a particular thing 

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Every afternoon after school, there’s this mad woman who always stands by the roadside — dirty, barefoot, her clothes in rags — and every time she sees me, she smiles and says,

“Eunice… I’m your mother.”

My name is Eunice, I’m 10 years old. My parents are rich, well-known in the city, and I attend one of the best schools around. So anytime my friends and I are walking home, they always laugh nervously when that woman calls out to me.

“Eunice, what’s that woman saying? She’s literally calling you her daughter!”

I’d shrug.

“She’s mad. My mom and dad are alive — and trust me, I look exactly like my dad! She’s just one of those crazy people.”

But deep down… it bothered me.

At first, I ignored her. Then one day, she begged me, “Come closer, let me show you proof I’m your mother.”

That was the day I lost my patience.

“Stay away from me! I can never be the daughter of a mad woman. If you talk to me again, I’ll tell my real mother, and she’ll have you arrested!”

Her eyes filled with tears. She wiped them with her dirty wrapper, turned away, and said nothing.

The next afternoon… she was gone.

My friends celebrated — “Good! You scared her away!” they said.

But that evening, as I walked home alone, I felt something heavy in my chest. Why did her eyes look so sad that day? Why did she call only me her daughter?

And worst of all —
Why did she disappear right after I shouted at her?

“Could she… really be my mother?”